*An explanation of my feelings can be summed up in the following picture made by Shawn. It comes from his post featured here. If you've never heard of "all your base are belong to us" (I hadn't, and it's dang hilarious) click here. This picture rocks. You're the man, Shawn.
Sunday night, as we were crusing through downtown Indianapolis, screaming our heads off and acting like we'd just won our freedom after 20 years of slavery (emotional slavery from never winning a championship), we saw a group of dejected Pats fans walking by. After exchanging a few choice words with them, they came up to our van and said, "C'mon, act like you've been here before."
My immediate response was, "Hey Moron! We haven't been here before!" Not really, but it was something along those lines. I have the utmost respect for the Patriots and their fans and the organization. I hate their guts, because that's what you do when you have a big rivalry, but I really do have a lot of respect for them. So hopefully they'll forgive me if I get a little excited and act out of control when my team finally beats them in a huge game. Especially the way we beat them Sunday. What with coming from 18 points behind and all.
So this is my official apology. I'm sorry for this blog turning into a Colts exclusive for the past month or so. I'm sorry for spending virtually every waking moment thinking about the Colts and how each game may be played out. I'm sorry for driving around downtown with a bullhorn and heckling losers who came a long way to have their hearts broken.
There, I said it. Now... screw you. I'm going to continue doing the exact same thing I've been doing. And I guarantee if the Colts win the Super Bowl, I'll be even more ridiculous.
I mean, I've never been here before, so I'm not sure how I'm supposed to act. Instead of hugging strangers at 11:30 at night, maybe we were supposed to just give ourselves a pat on the back and go to bed? I suppose in New England they all sit around sipping tea while shaking hands and congratulating each other on another fine year of football. Dud! What happened when the Red Sox finally beat the Yankees? I'm sure Boston was very respectful to all the Yankee fans that night.
And you know what else? If they do it again next year, I'll be acting the same way. I don't care how many times I've "been there," I'm not going to change a thing.
So screw you and let me celebrate. Dangit! I'm hyped! GO COLTS!